Word: habitability
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...every African country gives it the right to appeal to any other country for help if its security and independence are threatened." In an oblique criticism of those cross-purposes proposals, Gabonese President Albert-Bernard ("Omar") Bongo, the OAU's outgoing chairman, ruefully noted: "We have the habit of talking without saying anything [and of] making too many resolutions...
During the 1974 match, a 24-game marathon that Karpov won by the slimmest of margins, Korchnoi complained bitterly about Karpov's habit of staring intently at him across the board. By the end of their exhausting nine-week battle, recalled one spectator, "they were like two boxers after 15 rounds, leaning against each other, hardly able to move...
...clay when God modeled Adam.) Clay is earth, and Frank's figures of sprawling nudes and entwined lovers, tenderly dislocated, are clearly meant to be seen as emanations of the earth, concretions of place and appetite. On occasion her liking for the organic goes too far. She has a habit of incrusting the skin of the figures with artsy-craftsy fern patterns and other vegetable decor, to their detriment. But her references to an archaeological past are almost always successful. The biscuity surface of the sprawl ing bodies alludes, though not blatantly, to the plaster corpses of Pompeii, just...
Initially, Douglas Rain's Macbeth lacks something of the seasoned field soldier's habit of command. When he looks down at his bloodied hands, he resembles an apprehensive boy caught with spilled jam. However, he grows in authority as his kingship dwindles and seems most regal when his deeds are most evil. The cast does good ensemble work, and in the role of Macduff, Stephen Russell displays a riveting stillness of presence and a limpid delivery of the Shakespearean line that mark him for further distinction...
...after she returned from her honeymoon, she read her husband's letters from his first wife. "I was convinced," she explains, "that the clue to the secret of life, the creative process, lay in personal letters intended for somebody else." Finally, in middle age, she turned her disreputable habit to professional use. In 1947 the sneak reader openly set out to gather the letters of an equally passionate voyeur, Marcel Proust. The story of her search is a book of rich and irresistible charm that might stand as Proust's own epilogue...